“More.” Chrissy’s breath caught in her throat even as fire spread through her core. Wet heat soaked through her panties and her arousal hit her nose. She groaned when he bent his head and nipped through the fabric of her dress. Another moan escaped her lips when he deliberately pulled her dress off and had her standing in her panties and bra.
The hunger in his eyes burned through her. His eyes never left her face. He leaned forward and unhooked her bra with one hand. Her nipples formed hardened pebbles as her breasts sprang out of their lacy cage and hit the cool air. He growled, and the throaty sound reverberated through her body.
Saks sucked a nipple into his mouth and teased the sensitive tip with his tongue.
Another whine escaped from her, and she thrust her hips against his hand still teasing her through the damp satin. A wave of desire swept over her to give him every pleasure at her command.
Hands shaking with need, she unlatched the button of his jeans then pulled the zipper. She pushed him back with her hand, and he looked at her with confusion. Chrissy smiled slyly and slid to her knees, pulling his jeans down his muscled legs. She grinned even wider when she saw he was wearing no underwear. She licked her lips and wrapped them around the head of his cock.
The male scent of him entered her nostrils as she swirled his tip with her tongue. His musk intoxicated her, throwing her lust into overdrive. With one hand she stroked his cock; the other she pushed into her panties and rocked on the tips of her fingers, jolting tingles of pleasure through her body.
“Chrissy...” Saks was obviously watching her and it made him harder. One hand, or fist, pounded the door. “Please...wait...” he panted. He put his hands on either side of her face, staring at her with smoldering half-lidded eyes. He was so fucking sexy, and Chrissy thought she’d never wanted a man so much as in this moment.
“Oh fuck,” he said. “Woman, you do that so good.”
Encouraged, Chrissy took more of his shaft in her mouth, holding it open to encourage him to go deeper. His breathing sped up as he moved in and out. She loved it, and reveled in the sensation of his cock hard on her tongue. Chrissy had never understood women who disliked fellatio. It was an act that required trust and sensitivity of both partners. Saks not pushing her more than she could handle told her a lot about the man he was. And she liked what she was discovering.
“Damn,” said Saks, pulling away.
“Oh, baby,” she said. “I wanted to finish you.”
“And another time I’d let you. But tonight, I want as much of you as I can get.” He pulled her upright and crushed his lips to hers. He kicked off his shoes, then his jeans, and walked backwards, making her follow. He pushed open a door behind him. In the dim light of the security lights from outside, she saw a shape of a bed.
“Oh,” she teased. “Taking me into your lair, I see.”
With a laugh, he swept her off her feet and turned toward the bed, carefully setting her on it. Without waiting for a word from her, he slid her shoes off. He stared for a minute at the spiked heels, but then dropped them. “Another time,” he muttered. He pulled her by her knees to edge.
He pushed apart her legs and kissed her mound while breathing deeply.
“So fucking sexy,” he whispered reverently. “Every part of you.”
Chrissy propped up on her elbows and watched as he drew her lace panties down.
“Hmmm,” he said appreciatively. He lowered his lips to her most intimate place and gently brushed against her tender folds. “So sweet,” he murmured.
She shivered as he touched his tongue to her clit. “That’s intense,” she said.
“Too much?”
“A little.”
“I don’t have to do that.” He chuckled as he looked up. “You seemed to be doing fine on your own a minute ago.” He raised his eyebrows and she laughed, letting her hair fall back behind her.
“True. But this...” she trailed off as he brought his head down again and gently kissed her pink flesh. Tingles flew through her nerve endings caused her to buck her hips. Saks licked her with broad strokes, around and down into her folds.
Chrissy whimpered at the teasing. “Please,” she said.
He raised his head. “Please stop?”
Her lips trembled at the thought of what she wanted to say. “More. I want you to fuck me.”
“Oh, I will,” he said as his eyes burned with more desire. “You, Chrissy, are one of a kind.” He attacked her again, this time with more fervor.
Pleasure rushed through her as his tongue sought to tickle and lick every inch of her sensitive flesh. She squirmed under his relentless lashes. Each touch brought only enough sensation to bring her to edge, and she wanted to fall off that precipice.
“Please,” she whimpered.
Saks was at her entrance, his mouth dancing on her folds. “Mmmm,” he said, as if he was eating a tasty meal.
“Oh, fuck,” she whined. The pleasure was torture, bringing her to mystical line that beckoned to a place she’d never been. And it was true, that in her twenty-six years and, sadly, too-limited experience, no one had used his mouth on her with such passion. She ground herself into his face, seeking more contact, more stimulation. This stranger, this rough, yet handsome man, who wore his leather as if it was a second skin, took her farther than she'd ever been. And what’s more, he enjoyed it, too.